jazzlike, Sam Lineberger


this afternoon takes on an oboe’s
reedy wisp;
this cat quivers like a baby
snare drum.


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abandoned douglas fir
still
adorned in crinkled tinsel;
Salvation Army bell
still
ringing in your ears.


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the whistling of breeze
across the jagged edge of a chipped
ceramic pot;
musty pine chair
just can’t quit rocking.